You know my name...

December 17, 2020

You know my name

you don’t know my story

Don’t know how many times

I’ve struggled to stand before He.

With a fake smile and lyin eyes

Didn’t know what I was doin-

Compromise.

Traded my happiness for a drink

Traded my lows for highs

Wanted everything I could gets my hands on,

Anything money buys.

Snorted for the rush

Sipped for the burn

Bouncing on rock bottom,

So many lessons learned.

Bathin in self-loathing

Marinating in lies

If I learned one thing,

It’s that drugs are my demise.

To be sober is to live

Means my mind is clear.

Even my vision is better

I can see all the people here.

Here to support me,

Here to show me love

The strongest have been here

When push comes to shove.

I’m so thankful to survive

So thankful to be clean

The addict is still alive

Yet, sober me remains serene.

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